Once upon a time, I did bad things for bad people, under a cause that I thought was good. I had worked hard for where I was in life, both with the special forces and then counter-intelligence after that. It was then that I learned a very hard lesson about not allowing myself to trust. I use to follow orders blindly until I realized just what my superior officers were doing. They didn't think I would uncover the truth... but that's what they were paying me to do. I killed him. I killed a whole group of them without flinching, and then I did what I do best. I disappeared. As far as they know, I'm dead. 

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